The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 111.2

Part 2

Zhou Xie frowned and wanted to pull him away, which suited Wen Rong perfectly. As the two walked toward the door, the others tacitly made way.

But Lin Jinghang suddenly chased after them and blocked the doorway.

“Our bet from last time isn’t over yet.”

Zhou Xie glanced at Wen Rong, his eyes asking a question.

Wen Rong hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.

The points were indeed enough to make him stay.

Inside the Student Council building’s office, Lin Jinghang specifically closed the windows and drew the curtains tight, completely turning this place into an independent space isolated from everything.

Wen Rong sat back in his seat.

Lin Jinghang sat next to him.

The moment Wen Rong stood up, Lin Jinghang unexpectedly understood the meaning and proactively moved to the seat next to that one.

Then Lin Jinghang took out his phone and slid it carefully along the table to stop in front of Wen Rong. “Is what the forum says true? Last night, those people were really in your room.”

Wen Rong understood.

He had successfully guided Lin Jinghang into the drama; now Lin Jinghang really thought he liked him.

Tap tap.

Wen Rong’s fingers landed on the phone, his nails making a crisp sound.

The phone screen enlarged a photo of Shi Ye coming out of Wen Rong’s room.

These people were too formidable. There clearly hadn’t been any noise last night, yet they still captured such a clear photo.

“Is it true?” Lin Jinghang asked again, nervously swallowing saliva.

“It’s fake.”

Wen Rong heard Lin Jinghang let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help pulling the corner of his mouth with a hint of mockery.

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“Why do you believe what I say?”

Lin Jinghang was stunned. “Wh—”

Wen Rong interrupted him. “Isn’t the photo right here? How can it be fake?”

The air became even quieter than before, as if solidified.

Wen Rong maintained a smiling state, while Lin Jinghang seemed unable to process such a scene, his features displaying a kind of blankness and shock.

Screech—

Lin Jinghang rose abruptly, knocking his chair over, its two legs hanging high in the air.

He stepped over it, as if fleeing for his life, and strode to the door.

But the moment his hand touched the doorknob, he sobered up, shuddered all over, and came back to sit on Wen Rong’s other side.

Wen Rong stood up. Lin Jinghang hurriedly retreated another seat, keeping his distance.

But this time, Wen Rong had no intention of listening to him anymore; he was truly leaving.

“Where are you going—” Lin Jinghang asked anxiously.

“I’m not in a relationship with you where we can chat idly. Since you don’t seem to intend to honor the points that belong to me, I have no need to waste time with you.”

“I…”

Lin Jinghang stomped his foot. “It’s not that I won’t honor them. I asked my System, and he said I can’t give my points to you.”

Wen Rong sneered.

He had asked his System, and the System explicitly said points could be traded.

Lin Jinghang actually had the brains to lie to him?

Lin Jinghang: “I’m telling the truth.”

“Then I have even less reason to stay, right? Since you can’t honor the points anyway.”

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Wen Rong walked to the door, then heard Lin Jinghang ask again, “What did you do with them?”

“What does it have to do with you?”

“I…”

“Not only was I with them last night, but this morning I also went to Leon’s room and did many things you couldn’t imagine. So? Are you very jealous?”

“Jealous?”

Lin Jinghang murmured, as if pondering the meaning of this word, but soon he skipped this question and asked another. “I heard you are going back to the orphanage.”

“…”

Wen Rong looked at him quietly, taking a careful look at Lin Jinghang’s face for the first time.

Lin Jinghang would certainly count as having correct features among ordinary people, but unlike Shi Ye and the others, who each had a unique style, Lin Jinghang possessed a sense of incongruity.

Greasy, stiffly styled hair sat on his head like weeds.

Wanting to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly realized Lin Jinghang was also looking at him.

Wen Rong counter-attacked: “What are you looking at me for?”

“…”

“I asked what are you looking at me for?”

“I…” Lin Jinghang’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down. “I realized, you are really good-looking.”

“…”

Lin Jinghang carefully approached him. “Wen Rong, maybe you are right. I really forgot my purpose in coming to this world. I don’t want to look for that person anymore.”

Is that so.

Truly a person with no perseverance.

Wen Rong averted his gaze. In the empty office, he found a notebook someone had accidentally left behind just now.

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Knock knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Without waiting for a reply, the handle slid down, and a face emerged from behind the door.

Cautiously looking at Wen Rong, then at Lin Jinghang, as if confirming something.

After a long while, he said with feigned apology, “Sorry, President. I forgot to take my notebook.”

Wen Rong moved a step aside to let the person in.

The person took the notebook and walked out reluctantly.

His eyes didn’t care about the notebook; just like before, they kept glancing at Wen Rong.

Wen Rong closed the door. “Your words shock me.”

Lin Jinghang: “I’m serious. I thought about it for a long time. I really don’t want to look for that person at all anymore.”

“…”

“I like you now.”

“…”

“I really like you.”

“…”

Wen Rong took a deep breath. “So?”

“So you—”

“There are more people who like me than you can imagine. Must I be responsible for everyone?”

Lin Jinghang: “…”

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“Besides, your like is too cheap. Lin Jinghang, actually I strongly doubt whether the apocalypse you speak of really exists, because you don’t look like someone who survived an apocalypse at all.”

Lin Jinghang’s head tilted dully, as if he didn’t understand.

“You are too rotten. You are vain, ignorant, love high status, love the unique life of the wealthy, but unfortunately, you don’t deserve these things at all, presenting a comical incongruity.”

“You say your points came from killing zombies. Did you really kill them? What did you use? Your terrible marksmanship?”

“I’ve fought for points too. I know every single point is hard-won. Life in the apocalypse should be very difficult, yet you would squander points just to avoid the sun. It makes me feel like those are ill-gotten gains.”

“You…”

Wen Rong prepared to say more, but suddenly realized Lin Jinghang’s eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to have fallen into extreme pain, holding his head with difficulty and squatting completely down.

Curled up on the ground like that, he looked exactly like how Wen Rong imagined himself chained to the floor.

He opened the door and called for the people waiting for Lin Jinghang outside to come handle it.

He hadn’t walked a few steps when a heart-wrenching scream came from behind.

Wen Rong hesitated for two seconds, then continued walking forward.

Back at the dorm, Zhou Xie told him through Black Pigeon that not long after he left, Lin Jinghang fainted. The school doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, and the Wang family sent people to pick him up and take him to the Zone 1 hospital for a full checkup.

Night fell, and the spring breeze slowly blew open the curtains.

Wen Rong stood by the window, watching the entire campus enveloped in peace. At the end of the road, several students walked together, laughing and playing.

As they got closer, he realized it was Senior Zhang Lin and Senior Lin Qizheng.

There were a few other unfamiliar faces; Wen Rong didn’t know them.

A strange emotion welled up in his heart, but soon he remembered he hadn’t told the seniors in the News Club group chat about the cancellation of the cruise plan.

He instantly felt relieved.

The News Club was disbanded. The seniors of the News Club had new friends and new life goals. Their relationship with him might not be as close as before, but actually, he was the same.

Because of his own goals, he had briefly forgotten the seniors of the News Club.

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Perhaps, this is the meaning of a lover’s existence.

At this moment, one needs to snuggle with a lover.

Wen Rong was surprised he would make such an association.

Maybe this thought had always been a vague concept, but today Lin Jinghang’s textbook-negative example of “liking” compelled him to organize his language to describe it properly.

Early the next morning, Wen Rong was woken up by the sound of rain.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky. torrential rain fell like paste dropping from the heavens, plastering the entire window with a layer of sticky liquid that was hard to wipe away.

Wen Rong even suspiciously checked the time. After confirming it was 5:00 AM, he looked out the window again.

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